Aug 24 2008

The dreams of evening.

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Among the fields of faded dreams When day is done, or so it seems, I stand beside the padlocked gate And watch the evening as I wait, While breezes call from shadows deep As willows hang their heads and weep, The dreams of evening speak to me About the things they want to be. New born beginnings, new romance, Scattered windblown flowers dance, Promises on [...]

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May 20 2008

A city boy’s dream of farm life

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A city boy dreams of what life on a farm would be like. ย ย ย ย ย Wintertime on the farm was always looked forward to with great anticipation, because it meant less chores and more time for recreation. When the snow began falling, I felt a certain satisfaction, because it meant endless skiing and [...]

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